"I'm Goin' To Miami"
Chapter 13
"Crucify My Love"
The beach was packed as the summer heat climbed into the triple digits. People flocked in trying to enjoy the sunny afternoon and get a break from the heat. The atmosphere was filled with laughing and music, swimmers and surfers alike filling the cool ocean. All along the boardwalk, couples walked side by side. One pair raced along the wooden pathway on rollerblades, the woman laughing happily as her man caught her and wrapped his arms around her.
Sango leaned on the railing of the boardwalk, staring out at the sparkling ocean, keeping herself ignorant of the numerous couples behind her. Her eyes faced the scenery, but she stared out into space as her mind was blank. She had just finished drying her tears when fresh ones formed and fell from her eyes. Sango hadn't been able to stop crying since she stormed back to the hotel and bursted into her room. Kagome knew something was wrong, but Sango ignored her and ran into the bathroom, bursting into tears and refusing to be consoled. She never spoke of the matter to Kagome either.
Once again, Sango felt her eyes swell with tears. She dried them before they could fall. She was inconsolable; her heart was broken completely from last night. If that wasn't enough, the fact that Miroku remained on her mind since then added to her sorrow and agitated her tears more.
She had been trying her hardest to figure out why Miroku had cheated on her, and how he could be so heartless as to do it. What was going on through his mind? What was he going through? No matter how much Sango thought about it or how much she tried to make sense of it by degrading Miroku, her bitter thoughts always returned to anguish.
"Everything seemed too wonderful to be true. He was mine again and then...this happens. Since we met, Miroku hadn't even looked at other women the same and he only looked at me the way he did. I'd always known him to be a lecher and a womanizer before, but I'd never think he was capable of treating a woman so coldly. Miroku was always so kind to women. It's just not his character to disrespect them."
Sango paused her outloud thinking.
"Then why? Why would Miroku treat me differently?"
"Are you so blind, Sango? You act far too masculine to ever be see as a woman."
A cold voice spoke from behind her. Irritation washed over Sango's face, her eyes narrowing as she turned around to the speaker.
Naraku.
He gave her a smug smile. "You seem quite displeased to see me, Sango."
She glared at him, the remaining tears in her eyes growing hot. "You got a lot of nerve showing your face after what you did, Naraku. Why can't you just leave me be and stay out of my life?" She growled firmly, growing aggravated.
Naraku remained silent, his smile remaining. He didn't answer her as the question was obvious.
"Naturally, your insolence and disrespect would enrage me, but I am in an usually forgiving mood seeing you alone so I'll forget about it."
Naraku saw Sango stand tall before him, her hands clenching into tight fists preparing to fight him if she needed to.
He held out his palm toward her, telling her to calm down. "There's no need to be defensive, Sango. My intentions are not to force you." Naraku spoke collectively.
Sango didn't heed him as he had proved to her countless times that he was untrustworthy regardless.
Naraku smiled coldly and spoke, "I have come to offer you redemption, dearest Sango. You have broken our engagement against my wishes and have pleaded ignorant of my existence since then. Return to me and you will be forgiven of your infidelity against me. It is best you take this chance I offer to you, Sango. You will have no other."
Naraku's smile spread as he awaited Sango's answer, restraining his desire to chuckle.
If Sango's glare could become any fiercer, the ocean water surrounding her would boil. She was so sick of Naraku treating her like she was utterly inferior to him. He acted like he was doing her a favor offering to take her back when he only wished to fulfill his sadistic desires to do with her as he pleased.
Sango growled. Her eyes narrowed more as Naraku fueled her rage.
"You don't see me as a woman, Naraku. Hell, you don't even see me as a human being! All you've ever done was cause me pain because of your sick and twisted delusions! Given what you've done to me, why should I go back to you! With all the hell you've put me through, give me a reason why I should!"
Sango froze when she heard an evil chuckle come from Naraku. He couldn't help it after hearing her demand.
Naraku complied with her, being more than happy to oblige.
"My, you are quite the flatterer, aren't you, Houshi-sama?"
Sango rose an eyebrow at Naraku, wondering why he had just spoken in a woman's voice, then her eyes widened.
That was the SAME voice of the woman in Victoria's Secret!
Naraku tried not to laugh too loudly. "Why, dear Sango, why do you regard me with such great distrust? You sharpness greatly wounds me." He spoke in Miroku's voice.
Sango gasped, aghast. The voices Naraku spoke in were the exact same voices she had heard outside the women's dressing rooms!
That wasn't Miroku in Victoria's Secret!
It was NARAKU posing as him! He had used some kind of sorcery to trick her!
A laugh escaped Naraku. He was very amused by Sango's reaction, surprised and infuriated at the same time. He hadn't expected her face to turn white as well.
"I knew that my little 'talent' would work to my advantage one day. And my, it certainly has, hasn't it, Sango?" Naraku asked with a connivingly innocent tone.
Sango was outraged. "You son of a BITCH!" She snarled, her gaping mouth closing as she gnashed her teeth viciously.
Naraku's humored expression vanished. He looked down at her superiorly and completely unphazed by her.
"Why is it you didn't think that over first? Automatically, you assumed it was truly Houshi when you heard his voice. It never crossed your simple mind that it could've been someone impersonating him? Didn't you think about asking him about the incident when you met up with him and talking it over before you lost yourself in that fit of rage and cursed him wrongfully?"
Sango blinked as her glared softened, allowing the thoughts to enter her mind.
"You sounded exactly like him. How was I supposed to know it was you?" Sango argued, pushing away the truth in what Naraku had pointed out to her.
Naraku scoffed, showing her no mercy, nor sympathy.
"Stupid woman. If he truly meant that much to you, another woman shouldn't even have mattered. If he TRULY meant as much to you as you claim, knowing his lecherous nature, you would've just let him be. And when did Houshi ever say he had the same feelings for you? Hmm? I don't ever recall him making a declaration to you, so he was not at fault for his actions. To lash out at him like that, it comes as no surprise that he chose another, gentler woman over someone so vile."
Sango gnashed her teeth harder, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. This only pleased Naraku more as he was breaking her spirit, giving him more incentive to finish.
"Tell me, Sango, do you believe Houshi would still want to be with you? After seeing the vicious woman who unjustly drew blood from him in a rage? Why would he when he could be with women who are more gentle and kind? More forgiving? Do not forget, Houshi is Japan's Hottest Actor; he doesn't have to settle for someone who would degrade him as you did, Sango. Compared to you, he would be better off in the company of prostitutes than a malevolent bitch."
Sango stood before Naraku firmly, her hair covering her eyes.
"I will say it again. I am in an unusually benevolent mood. You shouldn't feel too bad, Sango. You're only human after all. It is only your nature to be foolish. Don't try to deceive me with your hard exterior. Your face clearly says that your spirit is broken because of all this. Your agony is evident."
His wicked smile broadened. "It would be in your best interest to return to me, Sango. Loneliness with only kill you."
Sango rose her head, her glaring eyes filled with rage.
"You think I am so weak I would just fall into your arms out of fear of being alone?" She growled, firmly.
"After being deceived by whatever sorcery you used against me, you even entertain the notion? Screw you and your damned benevolence. It would bring me more happiness to be alone and than to be with you, Naraku. I will die before I ever return to you!"
Sango's declaration caught the attention of several people passing by. Those who had seen her before looked around, wondering where her defender was.
Naraku's face darkened malevolently, his blood red eyes narrowing likewise. It burned him that Sango was much stronger than he imagined. As he glared at her, he met Sango's eyes. Naraku looked inside them and saw the truth behind her rebuking him.
Sango was still deeply in love with Miroku.
Even after she fell into the trap and thought she was deceived, Sango's heart belonged entirely to Miroku.
Naraku gnashed his teeth, his eyes darkening with rage. He was pissed off that after all his efforts, he didn't change anything between Sango and Miroku.
Naraku then calmed down.
He had overlooked something.
Sango may still be deeply in love with Miroku, but it didn't matter. The actor wasn't so kindly that he'd allow someone to curse and accuse him unjustly and forget it like it was nothing. There was no way Miroku would ever forgive Sango for what she did to him. Sango would never forgive herself. She couldn't return to him no matter how desperately she longed for him. Miroku would have no desire for her in his heart.
Naraku gave Sango an icy smile in view of that, concealing the malice behind it.
"As you say, Sango."
Naraku bowed good-bye and walked down the boardwalk, his lips stretching into an evil smile in delight that the revision of his plan had worked.
That idiotic bitch. If she had only submitted to me and only me, none of this would ever have come to pass. She would never have gone through such turmoil.
I would delight to see how broken Sango will become when he finds her beloved Houshi is dead. With all those drinks he consumed last night, the lecherous fool surely must've died of alcohol poisoning. Yes, I will take great pleasure in seeing her mourning.
As for now, I will allow Sango to be consumed by her misery.
She will be relieved of the pain in time.
He chuckled to himself as he exited the beach.
Sango leaned back on the railing, facing the sparkling ocean. Her eyes stared lifelessly before her, her memories of the previous night resounding in her mind.
Damn hypocrite!
If anyone is an 'easy whore' it's you, you son of a bitch!
SLAP!
Drop dead for all I care!
SLAP!...
SLAP!...
That sharp sound echoed mercilessly, adding to her torment, the pain and heaviness in her heart unbearable. She knew the truth that Miroku hadn't deceived her, but nothing could be done. Miroku would never want to see her face after all the horrible words she said to him..
Sango's dark brown hair hung over her downcast eyes, her face grimacing with anguish. Unable to restrain any longer, she broke down and wept inconsolably, her tears falling endlessly.
Crucify my love
If my love is blind
Crucify my love
If I sets me free
Tried to love, tried to find
To reach out for eternity
Crucify my love if it should be that way
- X Japan